"Peter; so be the women of the stives,"* *stews Quoth this Sompnour, "y-put out of our cure."* *care

"Peace, with mischance and with misaventure,"

Our Hoste said, "and let him tell his tale.

Now telle forth, and let the Sompnour gale,* *whistle; bawl Nor spare not, mine owen master dear."

This false thief, the Sompnour (quoth the Frere), Had always bawdes ready to his hand, As any hawk to lure in Engleland, That told him all the secrets that they knew, -- For their acquaintance was not come of new; They were his approvers* privily. *informers He took himself at great profit thereby: His master knew not always what he wan.* *won Withoute mandement, a lewed* man *ignorant He could summon, on pain of Christe's curse, And they were inly glad to fill his purse, And make him greate feastes at the nale.* *alehouse And right as Judas hadde purses smale,* *small And was a thief, right such a thief was he, His master had but half *his duety.* *what was owing him*

He was (if I shall give him his laud) A thief, and eke a Sompnour, and a bawd.

And he had wenches at his retinue, That whether that Sir Robert or Sir Hugh, Or Jack, or Ralph, or whoso that it were That lay by them, they told it in his ear.

Thus were the wench and he of one a.s.sent; And he would fetch a feigned mandement, And to the chapter summon them both two, And pill* the man, and let the wenche go. *plunder, pluck Then would he say, "Friend, I shall for thy sake Do strike thee out of oure letters blake;* *black Thee thar* no more as in this case travail; *need I am thy friend where I may thee avail."

Certain he knew of bribers many mo'

Than possible is to tell in yeare's two: For in this world is no dog for the bow,<3> That can a hurt deer from a whole know, Bet* than this Sompnour knew a sly lechour, *better Or an adult'rer, or a paramour: And, for that was the fruit of all his rent, Therefore on it he set all his intent.

And so befell, that once upon a day.

This Sompnour, waiting ever on his prey, Rode forth to summon a widow, an old ribibe,<4> Feigning a cause, for he would have a bribe.

And happen'd that he saw before him ride A gay yeoman under a forest side: A bow he bare, and arrows bright and keen, He had upon a courtepy* of green, *short doublet A hat upon his head with fringes blake.* *black "Sir," quoth this Sompnour, "hail, and well o'ertake."

"Welcome," quoth he, "and every good fellaw; Whither ridest thou under this green shaw?"* shade Saide this yeoman; "wilt thou far to-day?"

This Sompnour answer'd him, and saide, "Nay.

Here faste by," quoth he, "is mine intent To ride, for to raisen up a rent, That longeth to my lorde's duety."

"Ah! art thou then a bailiff?" "Yea," quoth he.

He durste not for very filth and shame Say that he was a Sompnour, for the name.

"De par dieux," <5> quoth this yeoman, "leve* brother, *dear Thou art a bailiff, and I am another.

I am unknowen, as in this country.

Of thine acquaintance I will praye thee, And eke of brotherhood, if that thee list.* *please I have gold and silver lying in my chest; If that thee hap to come into our shire, All shall be thine, right as thou wilt desire."

"Grand mercy,"* quoth this Sompnour, "by my faith." *great thanks Each in the other's hand his trothe lay'th, For to be sworne brethren till they dey.* *die<6> In dalliance they ride forth and play.

This Sompnour, which that was as full of jangles,* *chattering As full of venom be those wariangles,* * butcher-birds <7> And ev'r inquiring upon every thing, "Brother," quoth he, "where is now your dwelling, Another day if that I should you seech?"* *seek, visit This yeoman him answered in soft speech; Brother," quoth he, "far in the North country,<8> Where as I hope some time I shall thee see Ere we depart I shall thee so well wiss,* *inform That of mine house shalt thou never miss."

Now, brother," quoth this Sompnour, "I you pray, Teach me, while that we ride by the way, (Since that ye be a bailiff as am I,) Some subtilty, and tell me faithfully For mine office how that I most may win.

And *spare not* for conscience or for sin, *conceal nothing*

But, as my brother, tell me how do ye."

Now by my trothe, brother mine," said he, As I shall tell to thee a faithful tale: My wages be full strait and eke full smale; My lord is hard to me and dangerous,* *n.i.g.g.ardly And mine office is full laborious; And therefore by extortion I live, Forsooth I take all that men will me give.

Algate* by sleighte, or by violence, *whether From year to year I win all my dispence; I can no better tell thee faithfully."

Now certes," quoth this Sompnour, "so fare* I; *do I spare not to take, G.o.d it wot, *But if* it be too heavy or too hot. *unless*

What I may get in counsel privily, No manner conscience of that have I.

N'ere* mine extortion, I might not live, *were it not for For of such j.a.pes* will I not be shrive.** *tricks **confessed Stomach nor conscience know I none; I shrew* these shrifte-fathers** every one. *curse **confessors Well be we met, by G.o.d and by St Jame.

But, leve brother, tell me then thy name,"

Quoth this Sompnour. Right in this meane while This yeoman gan a little for to smile.

"Brother," quoth he, "wilt thou that I thee tell?

I am a fiend, my dwelling is in h.e.l.l, And here I ride about my purchasing, To know where men will give me any thing.

*My purchase is th' effect of all my rent* *what I can gain is my Look how thou ridest for the same intent sole revenue*

To winne good, thou reckest never how, Right so fare I, for ride will I now Into the worlde's ende for a prey."

"Ah," quoth this Sompnour, "benedicite! what say y'?

I weened ye were a yeoman truly. *thought Ye have a manne's shape as well as I Have ye then a figure determinate In h.e.l.le, where ye be in your estate?"* *at home "Nay, certainly," quoth he, there have we none, But when us liketh we can take us one, Or elles make you seem* that we be shape *believe Sometime like a man, or like an ape; Or like an angel can I ride or go; It is no wondrous thing though it be so, A lousy juggler can deceive thee.

And pardie, yet can I more craft* than he." *skill, cunning "Why," quoth the Sompnour, "ride ye then or gon In sundry shapes and not always in one?"

"For we," quoth he, "will us in such form make.

As most is able our prey for to take."

"What maketh you to have all this labour?"

"Full many a cause, leve Sir Sompnour,"

Saide this fiend. "But all thing hath a time; The day is short and it is pa.s.sed prime, And yet have I won nothing in this day; I will intend* to winning, if I may, *apply myself And not intend our thinges to declare: For, brother mine, thy wit is all too bare To understand, although I told them thee.

*But for* thou askest why laboure we: *because*

For sometimes we be G.o.dde's instruments And meanes to do his commandements, When that him list, upon his creatures, In divers acts and in divers figures: Withoute him we have no might certain, If that him list to stande thereagain.* *against it And sometimes, at our prayer have we leave Only the body, not the soul, to grieve: Witness on Job, whom that we did full woe, And sometimes have we might on both the two, -- This is to say, on soul and body eke, And sometimes be we suffer'd for to seek Upon a man and do his soul unrest And not his body, and all is for the best, When he withstandeth our temptation, It is a cause of his salvation, Albeit that it was not our intent He should be safe, but that we would him hent.* *catch And sometimes be we servants unto man, As to the archbishop Saint Dunstan, And to th'apostle servant eke was I."

"Yet tell me," quoth this Sompnour, "faithfully, Make ye you newe bodies thus alway Of th' elements?" The fiend answered, "Nay: Sometimes we feign, and sometimes we arise With deade bodies, in full sundry wise, And speak as reas'nably, and fair, and well, As to the Pythoness<9> did Samuel: And yet will some men say it was not he.

I *do no force of* your divinity. *set no value upon*

But one thing warn I thee, I will not j.a.pe,* jest Thou wilt *algates weet* how we be shape: *a.s.suredly know*

Thou shalt hereafterward, my brother dear, Come, where thee needeth not of me to lear.* *learn For thou shalt by thine own experience *Conne in a chair to rede of this sentence,* *learn to understand Better than Virgil, while he was alive, what I have said*

Or Dante also. <10> Now let us ride blive,* *briskly For I will holde company with thee, Till it be so that thou forsake me."

"Nay," quoth this Sompnour, "that shall ne'er betide.

I am a yeoman, that is known full wide; My trothe will I hold, as in this case; For though thou wert the devil Satanas, My trothe will I hold to thee, my brother, As I have sworn, and each of us to other, For to be true brethren in this case, And both we go *abouten our purchase.* *seeking what we Take thou thy part, what that men will thee give, may pick up*

And I shall mine, thus may we bothe live.

And if that any of us have more than other, Let him be true, and part it with his brother."

"I grante," quoth the devil, "by my fay."

And with that word they rode forth their way, And right at th'ent'ring of the towne's end, To which this Sompnour shope* him for to wend,** *shaped **go They saw a cart, that charged was with hay, Which that a carter drove forth on his way.

Deep was the way, for which the carte stood: The carter smote, and cried as he were wood,* *mad "Heit Scot! heit Brok! what, spare ye for the stones?

The fiend (quoth he) you fetch body and bones, As farforthly* as ever ye were foal'd, *sure So muche woe as I have with you tholed.* *endured <11> The devil have all, horses, and cart, and hay."

The Sompnour said, "Here shall we have a prey,"

And near the fiend he drew, *as nought ne were,* *as if nothing Full privily, and rowned* in his ear: were the matter*

"Hearken, my brother, hearken, by thy faith, *whispered Hearest thou not, how that the carter saith?

Hent* it anon, for he hath giv'n it thee, *seize Both hay and cart, and eke his capels* three." *horses <12> "Nay," quoth the devil, "G.o.d wot, never a deal,* whit It is not his intent, trust thou me well; Ask him thyself, if thou not trowest* me, *believest Or elles stint* a while and thou shalt see." *stop The carter thwack'd his horses on the croup, And they began to drawen and to stoop.

"Heit now," quoth he; "there, Jesus Christ you bless, And all his handiwork, both more and less!

That was well twight,* mine owen liart,** boy, *pulled **grey<13> I pray G.o.d save thy body, and Saint Loy!

Now is my cart out of the slough, pardie."

"Lo, brother," quoth the fiend, "what told I thee?

Here may ye see, mine owen deare brother, The churl spake one thing, but he thought another.

Let us go forth abouten our voyage; Here win I nothing upon this carriage."

When that they came somewhat out of the town, This Sompnour to his brother gan to rown; "Brother," quoth he, "here wons* an old rebeck,<14> *dwells That had almost as lief to lose her neck.

As for to give a penny of her good.

I will have twelvepence, though that she be wood,* *mad Or I will summon her to our office; And yet, G.o.d wot, of her know I no vice.

But for thou canst not, as in this country, Winne thy cost, take here example of me."

This Sompnour clapped at the widow's gate: "Come out," he said, "thou olde very trate;* *trot <15> I trow thou hast some friar or priest with thee."

"Who clappeth?" said this wife; "benedicite, G.o.d save you, Sir, what is your sweete will?"

"I have," quoth he, "of summons here a bill.

Up* pain of cursing, looke that thou be *upon To-morrow before our archdeacon's knee, To answer to the court of certain things."

"Now Lord," quoth she, "Christ Jesus, king of kings, So wis1y* helpe me, *as I not may.* *surely *as I cannot*

I have been sick, and that full many a day.

I may not go so far," quoth she, "nor ride, But I be dead, so p.r.i.c.keth it my side.

May I not ask a libel, Sir Sompnour, And answer there by my procuratour To such thing as men would appose* me?" *accuse "Yes," quoth this Sompnour, "pay anon, let see, Twelvepence to me, and I will thee acquit.

I shall no profit have thereby but lit:* *little My master hath the profit and not I.

Come off, and let me ride hastily; Give me twelvepence, I may no longer tarry."

"Twelvepence!" quoth she; "now lady Sainte Mary So wisly* help me out of care and sin, *surely This wide world though that I should it win, No have I not twelvepence within my hold.

Ye know full well that I am poor and old; *Kithe your almes* upon me poor wretch." *show your charity*

"Nay then," quoth he, "the foule fiend me fetch, If I excuse thee, though thou should'st be spilt."* *ruined "Alas!" quoth she, "G.o.d wot, I have no guilt."

"Pay me," quoth he, "or, by the sweet Saint Anne, As I will bear away thy newe pan For debte, which thou owest me of old, -- When that thou madest thine husband cuckold, -- I paid at home for thy correction."

"Thou liest," quoth she, "by my salvation; Never was I ere now, widow or wife, Summon'd unto your court in all my life; Nor never I was but of my body true.

Unto the devil rough and black of hue Give I thy body and my pan also."

And when the devil heard her curse so Upon her knees, he said in this mannere; "Now, Mabily, mine owen mother dear, Is this your will in earnest that ye say?"